Theodora's first awareness was warmth.
Heavy, consuming warmth, the kind that clung to her skin despite the cold marble beneath her.
Her lashes fluttered open.
The ceiling was so high above she couldn't see it, with a bit of blurriness around her. Once it cleared, she glanced to her side and caught sight of...mirrors. Broken mirrors.
That instantly jolted her memories of everything that happened. The images, the reflections, the horrors in them.
And then she realised she wasn't lying on the floor.
A strong arm was hooked beneath her knees, another braced across her back, holding her upright against a chest that felt very solid.
She looked up and caught blue eyes fixed on her, searching her features with something she'd never seen before.
Sylas.
Her body tensed, and she shifted a bit and felt her weight on his lap.
His coat was thrown over her shoulders, and there was this... unguarded corner in his eyes.
"Professor…," Her voice came out hoarse.
